Jiang Futing took a deep breath, turned around, put his arm on Lin Jin's shoulders, and saw with a solemn look that Lin Jin had extinguished even the slightest hope.

"Mom, I figured it out, no kidding. I didn't think about family property, and you also need people who can continue to develop the technology and production capacity you are researching. This was the longest thing Jiang Futing had ever said to her in one breath.

"I know what I'm doing, and I know the possibilities and consequences of this path, but I'm deliberate and what's best for me."

His attitude, his words were so meticulous that Lin Jin was difficult to refute, as he said, everything was well thought out.

When you think he is childish and impulsive, when you think he is confused, he actually knows his situation better than anyone else.

He has already arranged everything of himself seamlessly, and he doesn't even leave you a small mistake or missed opportunity, and you have no other way than to be led by him obediently.

Lin Jin smiled bitterly, but there was a little more compromise on his face.

"Mom." Jiang Futing rarely softened all the time, this time he took the initiative to squeeze the woman's hand, Lin Jin paid great attention to maintenance and dressing, and his age could not be seen on his face, but the traces of his more than ten lives at home could not be concealed.

There are calluses on the fingertips and palms, and the skin on the back of the hands is dry and rough under the soak of washing liquid for a long time.

The bones and muscles of the knuckles have also been exercised a little thicker than the hands of ordinary girls under the condition of long-term work, and the wedding rings that have been worn for decades are strangled on the fingers, and some red marks can be vaguely seen.

He said lightly, but his tone was very firm: "I will take care of myself, and I will guard you."

He had experienced the thrill of losing his parents once, and he didn't want to experience it a second time.

My son said so, what should Lin Jinneng do? Lin Jin can't do anything either! It's just that when she thought of Lao Jiang's side, she was embarrassed again.

The son is also strong, Lao Tzu is also strong, both of them are strong, and when the time comes, let the two of them fight to the death by themselves!

After being moved by his son's words, Lin Jin finally digested this irreparable heart-piercing reality, and sighed in his heart.

Then she removed all the messy sadness and sadness in her heart, and she reminded, "I'll tell him about your father's side, and as for whether he wants to beat you to death, it's up to your own creation." ”

This will make her eyes a little more interesting, that is, I am reluctant to clean you up, you just wait for the person who covers me to clean up!

Jiang Futing withdrew his cold hand and was silent, "You stop it." ”

lest thy son be destroyed by righteousness.

Whether the result is what she wants or not, at least there is an answer anyway.

Hey, I and Lao Jiang are not people who love money, and when we get old, it's a big deal to find a suitable person to sell the shares.

But Lao Jiang knew that it was true that she would be angry in the future, and she had to prepare some quick-acting heart pills!

Lin Jin took the empty bowl on the table, left him with a meaningful smile, and took the door away.

Late at night, everything is silent.

The smell of grass mixed with the smell of the soil in summer is always very strong, and when the wind blows, the fresh smell spreads

In the air.

The silence was all around, with only street lamps and the lights of some residents who were still staying up late dotting the silent and dark night.

A tall and thin figure staggered back and forth in the night.

Feng Yu has only been working for the second year, and as a grassroots staff at the bottom of the company, he works overtime, socializes, and drinks every day in the dark, and it is already late at night when he comes home.

His education is okay, but his family background is not very good, he is very rigid under the conformist education since he was a child, obviously he can't speak, but his personality is self-confident and arrogant.

He found that the harder and more motivated he worked, the more those people would target him and give him little shoes.

But the more unwilling he is, the more unwilling he is to drill the horns of the bull, and every minute and every second he is crazy to trample everyone around him to the soles of his feet.

So the more desperate he did.

"Haha!" He suddenly laughed dryly twice, thinking that the world was extremely ridiculous.

With every step he took, the soles of his feet seemed to be in a quagmire, a little weak, and he looked up at the neon-lit high-rise buildings around him, and these glowing buildings shook round and round in his eyes.

He laughed all the way and pointed to the sky cynically and cynically: "It's not fair! The world is not fair at all! ”

"What bullshit! What knowledge changes fate! It's all fake! It's all fake! He scolded again and again.

I don't know if the eye frame is due to alcohol or jealousy, and it becomes red.

"You bullying things!" He pointed indignantly at the air in front of him, as if there was a man standing in front of him, and then poked his chest again, laughing exaggeratedly at the unrealistic drunken dreams on his face.

"Wait for Lao Tzu to be rich in the future! I'm going to kill you! You guys day by day! ”

"Huh?" He raised his voice and shouted, "Bully me!" Fool me! Fix me! When Lao Tzu has money, I will be a hundred times! A thousandfold! ”

As he spoke, his red eyes became more and more resentful, like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows and spitting its core: "I will pay you all back!! ”

"I'll give it all back to you!"

His voice was damaged by the fact that he had been yelling so hard that his vocal cords were damaged, and he shouted a little hoarse at the back.

But he was still too proud to vent his pride with alcohol, and a broken stone appeared out of nowhere under his feet, and he felt that it was a bit of an eyesore, so he lifted his foot and kicked forward.

The stone did not know where it flew.

He took a few more steps forward, and was ready to vent a few more words, when a gravel appeared under his feet, a little larger than the previous one.

Feng Yu raised his foot and kicked it hard, and the stone flew out, but it was bigger than before, and it didn't fly high, smashed into the fence on the side of the road, and then rolled into the ditch.

"What a broken road! I'm going to fall to death! He cursed in disgust.

But when I got to the crossroads, the stones appeared again! It's bigger than the one in front of it! It's just not in the direction of his house.

Feng Yu stood at the intersection and hesitated, this will blow the summer wind, and the drunkenness in his mind will dissipate a lot.

The intersection where the stone is waiting is a pass

On the way to the university where he used to be, his eyes were still a little confused, although he instinctively resisted in his heart, but those two legs were ghostly and walked towards the stone.

The stones on the ground seemed to have an indescribable attraction, and this time he didn't kick them, but crouched down and picked them up.

Feng Yu grinned at the stone in his hand and smiled, the irritability just now didn't seem to have been vented enough, and it had been deposited in his heart.

All the dissatisfaction, all the jealousy is like this stone being pinched in his hand, he waved his hand and didn't care what was in front of him, what was thrown away, he threw it out with his eyes closed.

The rolling sound of the stone hitting the ground is particularly pleasant.

He was much more refreshed, and instead of turning around and going home, he continued on his way.

Sure enough, there were rocks under his feet again, and they were getting bigger and bigger each time.

There was a strange excitement on his face, and even he didn't notice it, and his heart was replaced by the comfort of the moment of catharsis.

Feng Yu picked up the stone, which was already the size of his fist, and threw it forward blindly with his eyes closed as he had just done.

Because of the weight, the sound of the stone landing on the ground this time was much thicker, and it became "Whoa!" "No more extra rolling.

He opened his eyes happily and continued to move forward, not noticing where the stone he had thrown had disappeared.

Every time I threw it, it was like an addiction, and I couldn't wait to wait for the next piece.

The stone he picked up grew bigger and darker, until he had to hold it in two hands, and the stone in his hand was close to black, and when he threw it out, "Boom! "It's like a head hitting the ground.

Feng Yuan had an indescribable strangeness for the first time, and the voice seemed to hit his heart, like a pair of invisible hands grabbing his heart violently and pulling it out.

He always felt that he had forgotten something, that he had missed something, but he still didn't pay attention to where the stone that he threw away, and he looked dazed for a while and was still walking straight.

It's just the discomfort in his subconscious that makes his steps no longer as happy as before, and slows down slightly.

This time the stone did not appear so fast, Feng Yu walked forward for a short moment, and the night wind blew with a little coldness, like a woman crying, and his back was blown with a shiver.

The street lights were on and off, and he was a little drunk, and after a few flashes, he couldn't even see what was in front of him.

But following the outline and pattern of the building, Feng Yu found that he actually walked to the gate of his university.

He suddenly laughed dryly again, and there was more sarcasm and impermeable fear in his smile.

The school gate became dark and gloomy under the dark night, and he looked at the sculpture at the gate, which was bare, and his whole body was bathed in a dark haze, and after a long time, the sculpture seemed to come to life.

He was dazzled for a moment, thinking that the sculpture's eyes were turning to look at him.

Although this place is his alma mater, it is also his nightmare, entangled day and night, he looks forward to the stars and the moon until the day of graduation, and secretly swears that he will never come back in this life.

But I didn't expect him to work for less than two years, and then again

Come to this place!

He hated the place and was at the same time afraid, his eyes vaguely swept over the closed door, and he turned to leave.

But this time, I turned my head and saw a stone that had not appeared for a moment.

The stone was placed next to the sculpture.

It was at least the size of a man's head, pitch black, and covered with a messy layer of something resembling cotton wool or seaweed.

Feng Yuan's footsteps stopped, and the strange interest and desire for the stone came again!

Even if he subconsciously didn't want to go over and felt that this thing was a bit dangerous, that thing just had a magical power that constantly led him over.

The vigilance was instantly shattered by the impulse in his mind, and his eyes were misty and fanatical, as if it was no longer a stone, but a treasure chest full of gold!

Feng Yuan involuntarily quickened his pace, and when he walked to the front, he found that the gold in his eyes was suddenly gone, replaced by a stone covered with a mess of black lines.

When he woke up from a sweet dream, he was a little lost, and he was so angry that even God wanted to joke with him! Even God is going to tease him!

(End of chapter)